Another fun memory... When I was about four years old I invited a friend over to play at my house, and it must have been one of the first times that I did that because I was super nervous. We were playing in the backyard, things were going ok, but it was still a bit awkward, and my mom came out with this nice printed out menu---and this was before everything was printed. The menu had on it things likeee..."eyeballs and brains" annnd "human bones" and...."toes"..."pickled tongue"... and at the very bottom of the menu in small print was "grilled cheese". Of course, my friend and I chose grilled cheese. All the while laughing about how gross the other items were. They were only things like spaghetti, chicken nuggets.... average stuff. But it gave me friend and I something to break the ice with. :)
Having thick, curly hair, getting it untangled after a shower was a painful task for four year old me. To make the experience more enjoyable, every Sunday night after I took my shower my mom turned the bathroom/bedroom area into a miniature beauty-salon. She took on the persona of a hairdresser...most often an older woman named Candace from Queens...and used the accent, new hairstyle for herself, and funny outfits to keep my focus off of the painful hair styling. A spinning computer chair became the focus of the bathroom, and the candles and radio playing really did change the atmosphere. After my mom...Candace, rather...finished untangling and blow-drying my hair, we moved to the bedroom which had the same beauty-salon atmosphere. I sat down on the edge of the bed while she took out the nail polish selections, making a big show of the colors they had to offer (even though she knew I'd always pick pink). While painting my fingernails and toenails I sipped on a “special” hot chocolate with whipped cream. I found out recently that the only “special” thing about it is that she put it in a wine glass. But the four year old me thought that was the coolest thing ever! As the nail polish dried, Candace left and my mom came back with some books to read. One Dr. Seuss book was all it took for the paint to dry up, and by that time I was so tired from the excitement of an evening at the salon that I just passed out.
It was such a nice way to end the night, and a sneaky way to get me to learn not to throw a tantrum every time I saw a comb.
This is pretty awesome. The Youtube link led me to the Criss Angel one, which I kind of like better. It's less like a vaudeville act, I think. Maybe I just like Criss Angel's style more. XD
I guess it's just like a party in a box, though. Put the pizza out and have people eat pigs in a blanket for appetizer, and then they can move on to the pizza and meat for a main course.
The website claims it gets along well with other people and animals. That is requires the same care as any other cat. And that it likes being walked on a leash... They bred the wild cats with a domestic cat,so it must have some domestic qualities in it. But I can imagine that not all the wild has been taken out of it yet---so if it gets provoked, it will attack.
It was such a nice way to end the night, and a sneaky way to get me to learn not to throw a tantrum every time I saw a comb.
I'm glad Neatorama posted it. :)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r0BukAy_dko
I guess it's just like a party in a box, though. Put the pizza out and have people eat pigs in a blanket for appetizer, and then they can move on to the pizza and meat for a main course.